A/N: This is my first Old Magic fanfic. My friend lent me this book and said I would love it. Which I did. So much that I had to photo-copy all my favorite parts to save just so I could write you guys some fanfics. Anyway I know it's short, but it's the first so...work with me. It's the first kiss scene. But it's in Kate's POV so it's basically the same scene from her side. Cause in the book Jarrod was telling this part. Um...well that's about it. Enjoy. R&R! Thanks! -Mac
Disclaimer: I don't own Old Magic, and the dialogue in this story is taken straight from the book, so those wonderful words of course belong to Marianne Curley.
In His Eyes
I would never look in people's eyes when I probed their minds. There is an intimacy in that, which I've always tried to avoid. I could never handle it. But with Jarrod, that night, I needed it. Desperately, I needed it.
I don't know if it was the fear of the danger we had been thrusted into or if it was the longing for some kind of intimacy with him. But I needed to cling to it--to him--if I hoped to stay a float in the emotions that were overwhelming me. Drowning me.
It was the most intense form of empathy I had ever experienced. Every emotion we felt was sprawled out before us. Every secret laid bare. I could feel it all there and I could see it relecting clearly in his eyes as well.
The feeling was so intense. It consumed me. Like a fire that ate me whole from the tips of my toes to the top of my head--burning me from the inside out. My heart clenched with the intoxicating emotions and I feared it might just stop in that moment.
Then suddenly I needed to feel him. I needed to touch him, to feel him touch me. I needed him to hold me. I needed him to protect me, because suddenly I was afraid and I never get scared, ever.
"You'd better kiss me." I said it quietly, my voice raspy--raw from the pure emotion coursing through me.
And when he did, I could barely breathe. I forgot the world in that very instant--it could have been crumbling to pieces around us and I wouldn't have noticed. I was depending on him to hold me up. There was no one else I could depend on, but I held on to him with everything I had.
"I'm afraid."
I was uncertain, for the first time in my life, and that wasn't me. I'm confident. I'm brave. I always have everything under control. But that situation was beyond my control and I needed him to tell me it would be okay. And the way he kissed me, peppering light kisses all over my face--I knew he wanted to protect me. He was going to.
"I need you to hold me. All night Ok?"
His answer was in his eyes. He would hold on to me as tightly as he could for as long as he could. Whatever I needed he would do it. But I wanted him to say it.
"Promise you won't let me to, Jarrod. Not for a second."
He kissed me, and I can feel him in a way I've never felt before. "I promise."
And I knew he meant it, because the sincerety was in his eyes. He meant every word and I could tell because it was in his eyes. And I could see his soul in his eyes.